I see myself in spiraling mirrors
I see myself, I see my fears
Blood, flesh and bones - I am cast
Yet once again in this fibrous mass
I watched a blind man walking in the park
I see myself stepping into the dark
I feel the light implode into me
In the night I find I can see
A small English boy plays by a hedge
Footprints end by a cliff's edge
Deserted streets in the blue morning light
My squinting eyes with newfound sight
Past pain eases as the day breaks
In pale new light my body aches
A tormenting hunger that will not die
If it dies, so do I
Breaking through to that innermost layer
Deep inside the emotions tear
Vibration on light, a golden path
Lively joy and deadly wrath
Step by step in this body of mine
Feet touch earth, moving through time
Masses of life flow in the air
Beings come and go without a care
From the dark, timeless sea a light glows warm
Then rising from its womb a full moon is born
A gift from Source to the ones who can see
A gift from Source to the ones who can be
Touching my soul in rippling light
My pounding heart shines in the dark night
Scott Robinson
July 1990
